Eagle’s Glory

Chapter 250 137, Lepanto

"Go and give the order, the rest of the troops continue to charge! We are going to take it!" Aigron gave the order.

"Yes!" Andre Davout responded happily.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly stopped and looked to the southeast.

"Your Majesty!" he called, then pointed in that direction.

Aiglon followed his finger and noticed that there seemed to be a group of figures moving in the distance.

He picked up the telescope again, took a closer look, and found that they were all wearing Turkish army uniforms - it seemed that they had heard the artillery fire from the fortress here, so reinforcements came from the port area below.

He bit his lip gently, forcing himself to calm down, and then turned to look at Andre Davout.

"Let Michelle and the others continue their attack, and let us stop them here!"

Andre was stunned for a moment, but quickly nodded.

"Okay, Your Majesty!"

He followed the order, then quickly walked to the forward position and conveyed His Majesty's will to Michel Ney, Duke of Elchingen.

"His Majesty requires you to capture the fortress as quickly as possible, and then come to his side to completely defeat the enemies who come to support him."

"Understood." Michel Ney nodded, and then nervously looked at the smoke-filled fortress in the distance, "Tell His Majesty that we can take it within an hour, and he will wait for us right away. !”

Then he walked up to the soldiers whom he had left in reserve and formed a phalanx.

"Everyone, bayonets on!"

He shouted loudly.

Following his order, the soldiers all mounted bayonets on their rifles in neat movements, and in an instant they were facing straight ahead like a forest shining with cold light.

Then, Michel Ney drew out his command knife and swung forward heavily.

"Come with me! Capture the fortress! Present a gift to His Majesty!"

"Come on!"

Following his order, the soldiers with rifles launched another charge towards the crumbling fortress in front of them.

At this time, Edmond Dantès was resting against the corner. He was panting violently, and his arms were sore from the previous fight.

He didn't know what was happening outside the fortress. All his attention was focused on the small world beside him.

His nerves were extremely excited, and his highly sensitive attention allowed him to observe almost everything around him.

The sounds of gunfire and fighting were still heard all around, but it was obvious that the area occupied by the defenders was getting smaller and smaller, which meant that victory was imminent.

This attention also allowed him to luckily dodge several bullets, allowing him to escape the boundary between life and death.

This was the first time he had tasted the joy of killing with his own hands, but it was as familiar as a veteran.

Only then did he realize that he might be born to do this kind of thing.

He raised his head and looked at the sky. The tumbling clouds seemed to be blood-colored, twisting and rolling into strange shapes in the sky. In a trance, he seemed to see the sailboat in the sea of ​​clouds——sailor Edmund Tang The "Pharaoh" that Tas once played for.

That young man, who was young, energetic, and full of longing for the beauty of the world, seemed like a person from another world at this moment.

Yes, now I am the Count of Monte Cristo, and I already belong to another world.

While he was panting, he was surprised to find that a group of people were approaching him, his muscles tensed up again immediately, and he clenched the saber in his hand.

But soon, he discovered that the person who came over was from his own side, and he knew the leader—it happened to be an officer who was also a member of the Knights.

The officer quickly discovered him and walked up to him with his men.

"Monsieur Count, are you okay?" He asked worriedly, looking at Edmond Dantès who was covered in blood.

"I'm fine." Edmond Dantes shook his head.

At this time, the officer also noticed that Edmond Dantès had blood stains on his body, but there was no wound, so he nodded in admiration, "You are very lucky."

"Yes, I think so too." Edmond Dantès replied calmly.

"Okay, you can retreat now. As the first batch of heroes to rush into the fortress, you will get the cheers you deserve." The officer stretched out his hand and patted Edmond Dantès on the shoulder , "Brother, congratulations to you, if His Majesty is willing, he may even give you a medal..."

He did not expect that the Count of Monte Cristo would reject his proposal without even thinking.

"No, please let me attack again with you!"

The count's high fighting spirit and the fire in his eyes made the officer respect him, and he did not refuse the brave man's proposal.

"Have you ever been a soldier before?" he couldn't help but ask.

"No, no," answered Edmond Dantès.

"Then you are really a born warrior." The officer patted his shoulder again, "Okay, brother, let's go!"

Then, they walked along the steps to the alleyway inside the fortress.

Because there were fires burning everywhere and the visibility was very low, Edmond Dantès couldn't see things in the distance clearly. He and the soldiers behind him were silent, concentrated all their energy, and paid attention to everything around them.

This state of silence ended immediately when the figures of several people vaguely appeared in front of him. After confirming that they were enemies, Edmond Dantès then bowed slightly like a leopard, The officer beside him also shouted loudly.

"Fire!"

Without any hesitation, the soldiers opened fire forward with their guns in hand.

"boom!"

The continuous sound of gunshots echoed in the narrow alley, making Edmond Dantes' eardrums hurt, but he had no time to care about it.

The screams coming from the opposite side were like a stimulant, making him and the people around him roar, and then rushed forward with bayonets in hand.

Although the alleyway was narrow and rugged, and there was still choking smoke, all his attention was focused on the front. He stepped on the stone road and rushed forward quickly, so fast that he could hardly believe it. The soldiers following him also followed him and rushed over quickly while making strange screams.

Soon, Edmond Dantès rushed through this section of the road and came to the enemy. These people seemed to have just arrived from elsewhere for reinforcements, and their clothes were still quite clean.

However, the bullets fired in front of them made these people panic. Some of them had been shot and fell, some tried to squat on the ground to fight back, and some were frightened and turned around and ran away. go.

Amidst the oncoming gunfire, Edmond Dantès and the people around him rushed in front of the opponent, and then engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the enemy with bayonets and swords.

Edmund waved his sword to deflect the bayonet coming from the opposite side. Then he was shocked to find that the enemy fell down amidst the screams. A bayonet had pierced the opponent's shoulder. Then, amid the screams, the opponent's blood suddenly He spurted out and fell to the ground.

Another person died in front of him, but Edmond Dantès's heart had no fluctuations at all this time. In just two hours, he seemed to have become a poet who transcended life and death.

He didn't know if killing was the right thing to do, but he at least knew that he was no longer afraid of killing.

This is the tempering he wants to get.

Amid the almost fearless attack by him and others, this small fortress was like a small boat in the storm, about to change its owner.

Outside the fortress, the remaining people are also working hard for victory.

While Aiglon was waiting for the good news from the fortress, he was on the front line, personally commanding his remaining soldiers to block the reinforcements coming from the port to reinforce the fortress.

In order to stabilize the morale of the army, he used his carefully selected guards as the main force.

Although there are only a few members of these guards, they are all tall and well-dressed in crisp uniforms. At first glance, they are full of military temperament, which is enough to make others feel at ease.

His personal guard captain Andre Davout stood beside him to assist him in commanding.

Aigron stood there, staring into the distance with a telescope, his expression calm and solemn.

Because the fortress is built on a hill, reinforcements coming from the port have to pass through a gravel road that goes upwards. At this time, this road has been cut off by Aiglon. He is here to rest and wait for the approach of these enemies. .

Under Aiglon's gaze, the distance between these enemies became shorter and shorter.

He estimated the distance in his mind, and when he felt that the distance was enough for him to put down his telescope and rely on his sight to see the bayonet on the tip of the opponent's gun, he slowly raised his hand.

"aim!"

Andre Davout next to him shouted the order loudly.

At this time, the enemy reinforcements also discovered the existence of these condescending enemies.

When they saw this group of well-formed enemies, they were obviously panicked, but they quickly prepared to attack under the commander's order.

That's enough, that's enough...

Aiglon waved his hand vigorously.

"Fire!"

Andre Davout shouted out.

At this moment, intensive gunshots rang out on the narrow gravel road.

The smoke instantly confused Aigron, causing him to suddenly lose sight.

But soon, the incandescent smoke slowly became thinner, and his vision slowly returned.

Under his gaze, several enemy soldiers on the opposite side had fallen, and they also lifted up and fought back against him.

The bloody killing started unexpectedly.

In order to protect Aigron's safety, Andre Davout personally surrounded him with several guards, using his body as a shield to resist possible dangers.

At the same time, he did not forget his other responsibility.

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

During the firefight, Andre Davout kept repeating orders, and the soldiers around him also mechanically repeated the process of firing, loading, and firing again.

Although people continued to fall during the exchange of fire, no one flinched. André Davout's roar was like a tonic, bringing confidence to everyone present, and the thought that "His Majesty is watching us from behind", It has given such a strong meaning in their hearts that no one dares to be a coward.

Taking advantage of their commanding position, Aigron's guards and other soldiers were firing repeatedly to block the approach of the reinforcements, and almost everyone was desperate to commemorate His Majesty and their appearance with a victory.

These reinforcements tried to launch a charge, but were repulsed every time. They had no choice but to leave some soldier corpses and return to their original position.

While Aiglon was looking at the battle in front of him, he was also looking at the fortress in the distance. He knew that as long as the war there was over, he would have nothing to worry about.

And just as he was thinking silently in his mind, he found a group of people walking towards him.

The two leaders were Michel Ney and Edmond Dantès.

After seeing these two people clearly, Aigron's heart immediately relaxed, and his whole person seemed to be immersed in incomparable comfort.

He understood the meaning of their coming.

"Your Majesty, we have captured the fortress!" Sure enough, after walking in front of him, Michel Ney reported to him loudly.

"Great!" Aigron punched hard.

And almost everyone around him cheered at the same time.

Aigron turned his head to look at the opposite side again, and he found that the gunfire from the enemy on the opposite side was no longer as intensive as before.

"They are preparing to retreat, go and catch them!" Aigron immediately loudly ordered Andre Davout.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Andre Davout answered loudly.

Then, he drew his sword and shouted to the officers and soldiers around him, "Your Majesty has ordered, kill them! Charge!"

Almost at the same time, the soldiers rushed towards the slowly retreating reinforcements with rifles with bayonets fixed.

Under Aigron's gaze, the black tide surged forward unstoppably, rushing along the hilly path toward the distant port.

Aigron clenched his fists tightly, and the excitement in his heart couldn't go away.

He knew that, at least today, he was a winner. He relied on planning and luck to complete this surprise attack and defeated the few defenders here.

Although he has not yet achieved complete victory, he knows that Nafpaktos will soon be his.

There is no doubt that with the decline of the Turkish Empire, the strategic value of Nafpaktos can no longer be compared with the past. Even the Sultan himself will not care about it, but this does not prevent him from using it to promote his victory.

Hundreds of years ago, in a bay not far from here, a decisive naval battle broke out between the coalition forces of the Spanish Empire and the Republic of Venice and the navy of the Turkish Empire. The name "Lepanto" has since been recorded in the annals of European history.

And now that he has conquered this place again, Lepanto can become part of the history he wrote.

He could use this name to declare his achievements to Rome and to the Christians.

Yes... Rome, it's up to you.

Standing on the hills, overlooking the port in the distance, Aigron not only smiled with relief.

His journey has just begun.